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Sermons by George W. Truett

Baptists and Religious Liberty

 

Grand in her rivers and her rills.
Grand in her woods and templed hills;
Grand in the wealth that glory yields,
Illustrious dead, historic fields;
Grand in her past, her present grand,
In sunlit skies, in fruitful land;
Grand in her strength on land and sea.
Grand in religious liberty.

THE DOCTRINE OF RELIGIOUS LIBERTY

SUPREME CONTRIBUTION OF NEW WORLD

NOT TOLERATION, BUT RIGHT

A FUNDAMENTAL PRINCIPLE

THE FUNDAMENTAL BAPTIST PRINCIPLES

THE ABSOLUTE LORDSHIP OF CHRIST

THE BIBLE OUR RULE OF FAITH AND PRACTICE

EXACT OPPOSITE OF CATHOLICISM

PAPAL INFALLIBILITY OR THE NEW TESTAMENT

DIRECT INDIVIDUAL APPROACH TO GOD

INFANT BAPTISM UNTHINKABLE

THE ORDINANCES ARE SYMBOLS

THE CHURCH A PURE DEMOCRACY

Let Caesar’s dues be paid
To Caesar and his throne;
But consciences and souls were made
To be the Lord’s alone.

A FREE CHURCH IN A FREE STATE

AN INCOMPARABLE APOSTASY

ABSOLUTISM VS. INDIVIDUALISM

THE REFORMATION INCOMPLETE

AMERICA AND RELIGIOUS AND CIVIL LIBERTY

A LONELY STRUGGLE

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed,
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
To and fro they went,
Through my garden bower,
And muttering discontent,
Cursed me and my flower.
"Then it grew so tall,
It wore a crown of light,
But thieves from o’er the wall,
Stole the seed by night.
Sowed it far and wide.
By every town and tower,
Till all the people cried,
‘Splendid is the flower.’
Read my little fable:
He who runs may read,
Most can grow the flowers now,
For all have got the seed.

THE PRESENT CALL

LIBERTY NOT ABUSED

HUMANE AND RIGHTEOUS LAWS

Though love repine and reason chafe.
There comes a voice without reply,
‘Tis man’s perdition to be safe,
When for the truth he ought to die.

THINGS WORTH DYING FOR

For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see,
Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;
Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic sails,
Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly bales;
Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain’d a ghastly dew
From the nations’ airy naives grappling in the central blue;
Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind rushing warm,
With the standards of the people plunging thro’ the thunder-storm.
Till the war drum throbb’d no longer,
and the battle-flags were furled In the Parlament of man,
the Federation of the world.

A LEAGUE OF NATIONS

Make firm, O God, the peace our dead have won
For folly shakes the tinsel on its head,
And points us back to darkness and to hell,
Cackling, "Beware of visions," while our dead Still cry, "It was for visions that we fell."
They never knew the secret game of power,
All that this earth can give they thrust aside,
They crowded all their youth unto an hour,
And for fleeting dream of right, they died.
"Oh, if we fail them in that awful trust,
How should we bear those voices from the dust?

THE RIGHT KIND OF CHRISTIANS

THE CHRISTIAN SCHOOL

THE TASK OF EVANGELISM

Give is a watchword for the hour,
A thrilling word, a word of power;
A battle cry, a flaming breath,
That calls to conquest or to death;
A word to rouse the church from rest,
To heed its Master’s high behest,
The call is given, Ye hosts arise;
Our watchword is Evangelize!
The glad Evangel now proclaim,
Through all the earth in Jesus’ name,
This word is ringing through the skies,
Evangelize! Evangelize!
To dying men, a fallen race,
Make known the gift of Gospel Grace;
The world that now in darkness lies,
Evangelize! Evangelize!

A WORLD PROGRAM

A GLORIOUS DAY

THE PRICE TO BE PAID

Our fathers to their graves have gone,
Their strife is passed, their triumphs won;
But greater tasks await the race
Which comes to take their honored place,
A moral warfare with the crime
And folly of an evil time.
So let it be, in God’s own sight,
We gird us for the coming flight;
And strong in Him whose cause is ours,
In conflict with unholy powers,
We grasp the weapons He has given,
The light and truth and love of Heaven.